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    new words in old styles tracked on a canvas of brick scribbled by artists  who failed at art school. a presentation of names  ...
  • why hurricanes are named after people
    fear was quiet, she kept to herself.  she was the type of girl people read books about.  fear wore a cross necklace every day but she d...
  • until daylight apologizes
    we've managed to connect stars into constellations and feelings into words and we've memorized the night sky  based upon the l...
  • tribute to rosyln
    i apologize mother maybe you've only seen black and white but god is the best artist   because hideous dangers are ...
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    in fifth grade english class we had to bring books to school. i always forgot mine so my teacher made me read the dictionary words on w...
  • symphony no. 18
    at four years old my fingers touched the keys for the first time and i wondered why the only song i could play was called "chops...
  • because we are anchored in bones
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    january 12th, 2014 : i haven't slept through the night in probably a year  january 19th, 2014 : alright. story time.  february 2nd, ...
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    you know those songs in the middle of the album, the ones that people don't know about.  the ones where you really have to try to f...
  • a letter to myself.
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[brooklyn chase]



i apologize mother

maybe you've only seen black and white

but god is the best artist 

because hideous dangers are always decorated beautifully.

your words are only the stitches,

so i won't keep trying to immunize with avoidance

and i'll be better at distinguishing my dreams from 
my conscious life.

please hear me,

i'm burning the fears out of my head

because my prayers are only whispered after midnight.

so if you must bleed, your scars you must keep

and if you must die, die with the things that kept you 
alive.

because everything can be even more beautiful 
when they're dying. 

-rosyln luna grey
(emily moyle)






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